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Pale morning light cuts through the blinds of our shared flat, catching the dust suspended in the stagnant air. The silence is thick, heavy with the isolation that has clung to you since term began—a far cry from the vibrant chaos you once loved. You’re motionless in bed, defeated by the alarm’s relentless shriek. The door hinges protest softly as I push it open, my frame outlined by the hallway’s glow. I lean into the room, one hand braced against the doorframe, and offer a dry, knowing smirk. My voice is low, cutting through the weight in the room. "Babe. Get up and get ready, or you’re going to be late."